The other evening, as I was on my walk, I looked to my right and saw the setting sun, looked to my left and saw the rising moon, thought of my friend who’s bipolar, and started praying for him. During that prayer, this poem began. #bipolar

“Tides”

the sun
setting on my right
the moon
rising to my left

two opposites
grabbing attention
two views
wanting to be seen

two poles
with one center

night and day
happy and sad
calm and irritable

is that what’s it like
to be bipolar?
do opposites fight
for attention?

the moon
and the sun
share the same sky